"Hehe, everyone knows that you can't mix MGM."
Song Ya evaluation. The casino tycoon and the Italians, seeing this combination and still investing money in it is a good man, well, they don't dare to cheat. In recent years, Kirklian entered and exported MGM three times (sold to CUU boss Ted Turner in the 1980s, and later repurchased at a low price), his wealth became more and more abundant, and his debts remained at MGM unknowingly. Mei, no evidence can be found, but the ghost knows what's going on.
"As the two owners, Credit Lyon Bank and MGM should be very clear about the value of the copyright library, so this time MGM wants to take the opportunity to get back the copyright library... If the repurchase clause can really be activated, Bao Lijin Pictures is not worth 1.2 to 1.4 billion at all. Mr. Bronfman is going to have a headache." Yeremov said, "Get a blow."
"Polykin's **** even offered me two billion yuan last time. Fortunately, I saw their tricks at a glance."
Song Ya asked: "Has Universal Pictures not discovered this hidden danger? Such a big deal...impossible? They should have prepared countermeasures in advance."
"Anyway, MGM is very determined this time and must repurchase." Yeremov replied: "I would rather spend a huge amount of money in a lawsuit, creditor Lyon Credit and other banks also support it."
"Isn't this tantamount to slapped your face in public, deliberately having trouble with the Bronfman family?"
Song Ya asked again: "It's too fast."
"The secret is here. Guess who Kirklian took over the mess of MGM in 1969?" Yeremov smiled.
"Are you hanging my appetite?"
"Old Bronfman! Both father and son actually had a Hollywood dream. The young Bronfman's father had briefly owned MGM for three years, and maybe he found it was a hot potato and threw it to Kirkrian."
"Haha!"
The grievances of the previous generation? In short, it is a great thing, Song Yale.
But this time, the enemy who has no enemy is a friend. He should not contact MGM and any casino tycoon. They are afraid of accidents.
"Huh..."
In Montreal, Canada, the old Bronfman in his pajamas was studying at the desk as high as a hill, with the help of a trusted old accountant. He suddenly groaned slightly and lay back, covering his chest.
"Do you want to take medicine?"
"Ok."
The accountant got up to pour him water and take medicine. "Just look at the repurchase clause... it should be no problem. Last year, Polaroid King Kong spent RMB 225 million. If MGM repurchases, it will only use this price at most. ."
"But this year's Polaroid Pictures asset list has a copyright library of more than 225 million yuan, and Edgar was cheated by those Europeans."
Old Bronfman went on looking for other documents after taking the medicine.
"You take a rest." The accountant advised: "It's not a big loss, just pay the tuition."
"I can't take a rest now..."
The old Bronfman complained that the money and management rights were given to his favorite and most trusted son. He pushed open the thick file impatiently, "Kirkorian must be laughing at me now, I can even imagine his A disgusting face."
"Thirty years ago."
"Oh!" He said that he would hand over all the business and no longer care, and concentrate on raising his body. He also didn't want to hit his son who was in the light of life for this loss.
At this time the landline on the desk rang, and the accountant picked it up.
"The Swiss are relieved. They are willing to open a special account to compensate the families of Jewish victims of World War II for their stolen deposits." The call was the voice of an old friend of the Global Jewish Congress.
"Ha! Yes, this is good news!"
The old Bronfman was naturally very happy, "Our hard work for so many years..."
"But the Swiss have a condition that this money is the last sum. From then on, we can no longer claim, that is, to exempt the Swiss bank and the government from any claims related to the massacre, so they call this money a settlement. gold."
But the old friend is not in high mood.
"Dreaming! Unless..."
Of course the old Bronfman was also very dissatisfied. "What is the approximate amount of this one-time compensation? Has the Swiss disclosed it?"
"The level of billions of dollars."
"what!"
That was really a dream. There is no such good thing in the world, and the old Bronfman laughed angrily.
"Uh... Edgar, I heard some rumors in Switzerland..."
The old friend stopped talking.
"Go ahead, there is nothing we can't say between us."
"Little Edgar seems to have taken the Swiss money." The old friend said like a bolt from the blue.
"impossible!"
The old Bronfman immediately went to the file to search, "I know him best, he won't..."
The financier starts with Merrill Lynch, followed by a list of many banks and financial institutions, including... Deutsche Bank...
His eyes suddenly went dark.
"Edgar?" the old friend asked after waiting for a long while no one answered.
"Uh... no, I just checked, there is no Swiss money, I swear, we won't take it."
After all, for many years, he quickly adjusted to a relaxed tone and said.
"That's good, sorry, I just feel that the attitude of the Swiss at the negotiating table today is a bit strange."
The old friend on the other end of the phone also heaved a sigh of relief, “It’s fine if you don’t have it. Little Edgar is very nice. Everyone knows that raising so much money is not easy. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”
"Yes."
"He is very good...he worked hard and traveled very **** both sides of the ocean. We all saw it."
"Yeah, yeah." The old man's spirit was already in a trance, his eyes opened and closed, and he tried to deal with it.
"Ha, yes, no congratulations, the world's largest record company, and the even stronger Universal Pictures, your Bronfman family has reached a new level this year."
"Thank you."
"Little Edgar has a great future. I think everyone will be happy to surround him in the future..."
"Thank you……"
"Say hello to him for me."
"Uh, it's Mr. Bronfman's medicine time."
The accountant who had been listening caught the microphone that suddenly fell from the old man's hand, and calmly answered, "Next time..."
"Okay, don't bother."
"Sorry."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1209: ?greedy
"Mr. As, this is our winning model in the Touring Car Masters last year, this is..."
In the Mercedes-Benz Headquarters Design Center, Song Ya stood listening to the explanation and watching the car show on the big screen. Mercedes-Benz people circled him for a half circle, and the film crew recorded all this silently.
"Azg..."
The whole visit was a big advertisement. He was very self-conscious of the spokesperson and praised, and then he was guided to other places, such as watching engineers use 3D software to design parts.
"W..." He gave a thumbs up to the computer screen.
"This is the concept car we launched this year."
"Sobeautful..."
"The following part is the entire design process. You can experience from the initial stage of a car's exterior design... Uh, why don't you try it out?"
"Can I?" He was taken in front of a dark, scaled streamlined car model again.